Darkfall Characters Novels & Stories

The climax was my father, the only family I had left, dying and leaving me behind all alone, but life, fucking life finally became absolutely shitty and pointless when I found out that the fucking one I dated, only dated me so that he could learn all my secrets and sell me off to the freaking bullies, that was the finally draw. It made me cut myself away from the world, and vow to never tolerate any shit from anyone ever again. Fast forward to the present and a brief introduction, I am Elias, the mysterious heartless dangerous guy that's immune to any emotion apart from anger and violence, and the mad depressed guy who cuts himself when he feels worthless, blah blah blah… In conclusion, I am

“Um..I can come back if…” Jasmine turned to see what he was seeing, the naked Gabriel now walking in unapologetically naked and unashamed of his body being exposed. “Gabriel can you stay back there? Cover up!” Jasmine walked around the room to grab him a blanket to wrap around his waist. “Xavier Adams, detective. You found Chase Fallon?” Jasmine placed her arms around Gabriel covering him and trying not to brush against his erection. She seemed embarrassed by the whole ordeal. “Do I know you?” Xavier asked. “Who is this guy?” He pointed to Gabriel, but talked to Jasmine with anger in his voice as he watched her hold the blanket over him.

I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid. There is a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Jen. I brought you some painkillers, water, and hair of the dog.” “Thank you, wifey,” I say, sitting up in bed and blowing a kiss at Carter. I feel for him since Storm won’t let him out of the apartment unless one of us can be with him. I get it. Carter screwed us and C.H.A.O.S. over royally five years ago. He betrayed us to Razor Grothman, the leader of the Damned Forsaken.

Her eyes glowed with cosmic blue as if stars lived within them. Draven Stoneheart, the Dwarven King, appeared next, short, broad, hammer slung across his shoulder, , his face a permanent scowl. He grumbled something about “too much ceremony.” And finally, fire flared and took the shape of a woman: Seraphine Dawnfire, the Phoenix Matriarch, her wings a blaze of rebirth, her warmth almost divine and her eyes filled with infinite sadness. I felt my knees buckle beneath their combined aura. Even Lily—who never looked afraid—exhaled in awe.

Ryan instantly cried out like a baby as tears and snot uncontrollably streamed down his face. Preston briskly walked over and fell to his knees in front of the coffin with a loud thud. "I've arrived late, Tanner!" Then, he bowed and grieved. With eyes brightly gleaming with murderous intent, he gritted his teeth and said, "Who killed him?" Ryan shook his head. "I don't know. The people at Peak Enterprises that day either died or disappeared. In Tiusto, the only ones who are strong enough to wipe out my father and his men are Tyga Morghoul, Mason Cartwright, and the likes of them.

The battlefield of the Shattered Vale roared with chaos. Ash swirled like snow through the molten air, fire and shadow clashing in brutal waves. Soldiers screamed, magic crackled, and monstrous beasts tore through ranks. Yet at the heart of it, two figures moved as one: Verath Dravenor, Dragon King of Ashenrealm, and Elara Nightvale, healer and forbidden magic wielder.

The thought of me going into labor alone was apparently unacceptable to them. So, we’ve decided to turn this into something fun. Today, they’re stepping into the roles of my characters—Jackson, the ruthless mafia Don; Dolton, the unhinged serial killer; and Hunter, the possessive stalker. Demitri is Jackson, looking sharp and dangerous in his tailored suit. Lucas, as Dolton, wears tactical gear with a black army vest, exuding a menacing energy. And Blake, of course, is Hunter, dressed in dark, almost camouflaging clothes, as if he’s ready to disappear into the shadows at any moment. As I settle in, a young woman steps forward, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. She looks between the book

before we fell into a deep sleep. ***** Drax I was in this fucking room with all this madness happening, I was helping Aidan contain the magic to the cell watching Toffe and Ty do their thing. I was so proud of Toffe as he became a very powerful warlock, just like his brother, the little runt that always follows us around became one of our blood brothers and he is a force to be reckoned with. Queen Marion appeared letting us know to go to Plan B and I felt bad for Ty, he hated Sheila but now that's done and settled, Anuba was sent back to the pits of hell and I watched Ty looking at an unconscious Sheila, feeling his anger at the woman who cost him his destined mate. I walked out to Ryker fe

The room stilled. A council member frowned. “Who could that possibly be?” Stefan hesitated for only a moment. “A tyrant respects only a greater tyrant. Carlo will retreat if he knows Crestmoon stands under the shadow of someone more powerful.” Alpha Kadel narrowed his eyes. “Who are you suggesting?” Stefan lifted his head and spoke the name like a warning: “Draven BloodFall.” Gasps burst through the hall. Some elders recoiled. One clutched his chest as if struck by lightning.

Vera said, her voice rich with pride, “is Alpha Cahir’s son, Dawn Cole of the DarkSword Pack. He is the ruler of the Nightfall Pack—a vassal of the DarkSword Pack.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Kaila’s smirk faltered for the first time. Her eyes narrowed, Nightfall is a vassal of DarkSword? Ava's brows squinted when she heard the boy was Cahir's son, Cahir had a son, he had a son in the same age level with her Sextuplets and he chose to do something so evil to her own daughter.